“Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going toHey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' shipMy senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to gripMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heelsTo be wanderin'I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fadeInto my own parade, cast your dancing spell my wayI promise to go under it.”

“I desperately wish I had my tambourine with me now, because even after everything I'm still wearing heavy boots, and sometimes it helps to play a good beat”

“If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.”

“He promised to love me. And for once in my life, I'm going to do the impractical, unwise, ill-advised thing. I'm going to make a decision based upon the feeling I have in my heart, and not what looks good on paper or makes anyone else happy. I'm going to do something for me, and I'll live with whatever Ciro brings into my life and be happy that I did.”

“Those bastards at the casting agency said I couldn't play Edward Cullen. Well, I'm going to show them. I'm making my own movie. And I'm going to star in it.''You're remaking Twilight?''Yes.”

“You've tormented my dreams and tortured my days. I hear your voice in other women's voices. The scent of your hair teases my senses…a memory I can't expunge. You haunt me, coming between me and my work and my pleasures, and so I'm going to exorcise you. I'm going to take you, to satiate myself with you until I no longer want you. Since you won't come to me freely, you'll come to me under duress, but come to me you will.”